Sharpening the Butterknife

It was a beautiful summer day. We three friends embarked upon a bike ride of the Butterknife trail, in preparation for the coming weekends’ events. Dave, Eric, and I were having a fun, relaxing, ride, assessing the course marking. At one point Sara caught us up, she was pre-riding the 30 Grand route.

All was happiness, until the storm came in on our climb out on Third Flats road. The thunder was louder than anything I have ever experienced, crashing directly overhead and so suddenly that I screamed involuntarily. At one point, Dave became too terrified and simply stopped riding, and hid next to a rock (as much as a 200 pound man can hide).

Eric and I determined we would get out of danger faster if we just kept moving. So we did. It was the first time I actually considered the life-saving skills of my trail partners- in hopes that were I the one to be struck by lightening they would be able to save me. Would they?

Before long, we were soaked, terrified, and muddy, but pushing relentlessly up the hill. I don’t even remember most of the rest of the ride. It was incredible.

But we all agreed: if you’re going to end up terrified, wet, and traumatized, it’s best to be doing it with two of your good friends! I love these guys!

me and EricObligatory selfieyou can’t see the rain, but it’s there.See how fast I got all dressed up for my next thing?!?